His doubts stemmed from the unknown.
Rorschach had too many things he didn't understand since he came to an unfamiliar territory and environment by himself.
And as he gradually entered this world and became one with it, his doubts were finally answered.
"Saul? So this is the Aishi's frontline against the Evil Gods? This is an arena for the New Gods? "
Perhaps this was just an unintentional comment from the Shire? But the moment Rorschach heard this, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Many of his doubts were instantly dispelled.
Why would there be a combat training academy or school here that exceeded the normal requirements?
Perhaps the Saul people were already used to this, but as an outsider, Rorschach was filled with doubts about this social structure. After all, he came from a stable and peaceful society.
Roxia noticed that there were at least several hundred combat training academies in this city, which far exceeded the local population's needs … In a relatively peaceful environment, the top priority should have been the creators of daily necessities and skilled workers. Professional warriors were the mainstream here. No matter how he thought about it, this seemed abnormal.
This meant that tens of thousands of professional warriors would graduate and start working every year. If these professional warriors didn't receive proper employment, they would become the cause of social unrest.
But now, this was no longer a problem.
This was the frontline against the Evil Gods. There would naturally be endless demand for professional warriors.
Considering the variety of situations that could occur in the dimensional battlefield, apart from producing enough professional warriors (cannon fodder and backbone), there would also be a need for "custom-made" professionals in certain areas.
With demand, there would naturally be a market. There were many academies and many types of academies. The talents they produced would need both quality and quantity. There would be all sorts of talents and specialties in order to satisfy Ansorenne's needs.
Saul's countless academies were the blood machines of the dimensional battlefield. They were constantly producing new blood for the dimensional war and for the New Gods to choose … If Rorschach's guess was correct, the lucky ones and victors of this new generation were destined to become the New Gods' favorites and become the next generation's trendsetter.
Why were all the Aishi youths and the new generation of major factions and organizations willing to travel thousands of kilometers to come here to study?
Rorschach had already met a few princes and princesses, as well as many minor clan leaders of other races. What they all had in common was that they were crazy about recruiting talents.
Of course, it didn't look like much. Those were commonly seen in legendary novels, but Rorschach felt that something was wrong.
Since the princes and princesses were members of the royal family, they naturally had corresponding responsibilities. No matter how one looked at it, they looked like unlucky people who had been exiled.
And from what Rorschach saw, these people didn't seem as dispirited and helpless as the exiles. On the contrary, they fought and competed in various aspects, and in these competitions, they didn't hesitate to use the resources behind them to protect their reputation.
No matter how important Saul was, it was just a commercial city. Could it be more important than stabilizing his own country's political power? Could it be more important than fighting for the throne with his brothers and sisters?
Was face that important? Sometimes, when face was equal to tangible benefits.
Now, looking back at the first question, the answer was very important.
Ansorenne was far too important. In that case, Saul was naturally far too important as well.
That was because the entire world was focused on this city. If Ansorenne was truly as important as expected, then this battle for the throne would likely affect the distribution of benefits and the future of various factions.
Those nobles who were interested in benefits had no choice but to come unless they intended to be cowards for the rest of their lives.
Some were forced to come, but of course there were also those who came on their own accord. Ambitious and idealistic individuals from any generation would always gather at the peak of the storm. For them, opportunities and risks coexisted.
After the first two questions were resolved, the third question followed.
Why were the churches here so fiercely competing for believers? Why were they still faintly trying to maintain harmony on the surface?
Rorschach didn't believe in the slightest that these so-called conventions would be able to stop the Gods from fighting each other.
After all, the Gods were about to die. It would be laughable to talk about conventions.
"Even if I'm dead and nailed to the coffin, I'll still shout out … Mortal, go down to Hell with me."
Rorschach believed that this was true human nature. Even a pig would try to resist before it was slaughtered. Dying peacefully because of an agreement would be an insult to the Gods.
Now, it seemed that the main reason for the strange coexistence between the churches was that the relationships between the churches were too special.
Cooperation and competition existed at the same time.
Fighting for believers was only a part of the competition for resources. Although it was important, it wasn't the entire competition.
Even crueler and more direct competition and cooperation were on the stage of this world.
This was only a branch, a logistics branch, a propaganda branch, and a secondary battlefield for fighting for logistical support, alliances, and public support.
Before the main battlefield was decided, this "peaceful" world's secondary battlefield could obviously be relatively peaceful. At the very least, it had to be peaceful on the surface. After all, there were still people watching from above.
In the face of ultimate victory, overly direct and intense internal friction was obviously not allowed.
And when this problem was solved, many small details were naturally placed in front of Rorschach.
Why did the Descended Ones of the God of Games have to take up positions in the Church, while the number of Descended Ones in Ansorenne was less than half of the total?
"Both fronts are important. Both hands must be grasped and neither can be let go. Naturally, the resources at hand could only be divided into two halves. And with manpower so tight, especially to the point where all trustworthy Descended Ones have to take on two roles: reclaiming wastelands in another world while helping Lori develop and control the Church, her (Lori's) real situation is probably much worse than what she's showing. "
Perhaps not even the Shire could have imagined that a single hint would become the final core piece of the puzzle. It allowed Rorschach to piece together the scattered information and understand a lot.
Touching the magazine in his hand, the youth's thoughts were running wild.
Rorschach now fully understood why he was pushed out, and also understood the hidden meaning behind the cynical bishop's half-spoken words.
"We're already short on manpower. Our development in every aspect has reached a bottleneck and needs a breakthrough. You're Lori's most trusted person, so of course you'd be pushed out. You can do whatever you want, any position you want, as long as it benefits the Church and Lori. "
Rorschach fell silent. That damned old fox didn't even say half of what he wanted to say. It would be easier to shift the blame.
Do whatever you want? Support you in whatever you want to do? That was actually the hardest part, because he didn't even know where to start.
"… I need more information."
Rorschach thought, instinctively flipping through the magazine in his hand. Wasn't this information?
Suddenly, a wicked idea flashed through his mind. After careful consideration, it seemed like it would work. But Rorschach didn't show it, and instead looked at the Shire doubtfully.
"Publicity, reputation, and the like. Would it benefit the Church too?"
The Shire nodded slightly. It was an undeniable fact.
"You'll understand in the future when you're in Ansorenne. When you're alone in the wilderness, your and the Church's reputation and reputation are often more important than your own life.
"And on our side (Aishi), a great reputation and outstanding battle achievements are also important. Not to mention the benefits of being able to recruit more powerful people, expand the Church's faith, and so on."
The Shire lowered his voice as he continued speaking. It seemed that nobody was paying attention to him.
"You'll also be able to attract private gifts from many 'investors.' Even without all this, if you perform well, you'll receive benefits and support from the higher-ups, as well as resources from the higher-ups. Some things are only available to the higher-ups. It's said that by the end of this year, you'll receive special resources such as Dragon God Armor, Divine Prosthetics, Tyrant Aura, and so on …"
Rorschach paused in surprise upon hearing this. He could understand other things, but what the hell was a Tyrant Aura?
"Just as you think, it can also be called a main character's aura. By modifying the laws of causality, the user will have the luck of a legendary main character. I don't know the specifics, but it's said that only by killing a true main character will you be able to obtain a Tyrant Aura. It's incredibly precious."
Rorschach fell silent. Since the true main character was an undying tyrant, he naturally wouldn't be stripped of any aura. However, auras contained the main character's power, and could only be obtained from the main character … Wasn't this a self-contradictory theory from the very start?
However, Rorschach had already seen far too many inconceivable things after coming to this world. At this moment …
"Give up on thinking about it. You'll know what you need to know one day. What you shouldn't know … it seems that you can only not know. "
However, Roland's attention was instantly attracted by another word that was mentioned.
"Divine Prosthetics?"
"Yep. Actually, every new God wants one. After all, it's quite uncomfortable for them to be unable to move. Divine Prosthetics are similar to the human forms we use, except that only Gods can use them … "
There was no need to say anything else. Upon hearing this, Rorschach's body trembled as his eyes lit up. He had an excited and fanatical expression, and even his entire aura changed.
"We definitely have to obtain a Divine Prosthetics."
"… That's not a high priority. Our main goal is to obtain more useful special potions …"
"We definitely have to obtain one."
Rorschach's gaze remained calm and resolute. He definitely had to obtain one, by hook or by crook.
In the end, it was Shire who hesitated.
"… Alright then, let's discuss it again when the time comes. They'll definitely take your opinion seriously. Can you tell them why you think that's the most important? Even if a Divine Prosthetics can be used for a God's descent, the physical body's upper limit won't be enough of a strategic threat. "
Rorschach's expression changed to one filled with pity and astonishment, as if he was looking at an idiot.
"As her older brother, what reason do I need to see my younger sister alive and kicking?"
At this moment, Shire was astonished. He then kept nodding in agreement with Rorschach's answer as he smiled and extended his right hand.
"Yes, as her older brother, what reason do I need to love my younger sister? It seems that we'll become friends. After all, we're the same type of people. "
Shire excitedly shook Rorschach's hand as he suddenly stood up and unhesitatingly tore off his shirt.
Amidst the screams of the young ladies around him, he revealed his underwear … er, underwear.
The blood-red and distorted word "Love for a Younger Sister" was written on his chest, while the word "Love for a Younger Sister" was written on his lower abdomen.
Just by looking at it, one would be able to sense the author's "sincere (distorted)" feelings.
Shire turned around and revealed the picture on the back of his underwear. It was a picture of Isabella's smiling face. However, she appeared to be no more than seven or eight years old. She was so pure that she didn't seem like Isabella at all.
"The world always misunderstands us. Only a good older brother who truly loves his younger sister would do anything excessive to her. As long as she's well, that's our most fundamental happiness. "
Rorschach fell silent. He wanted to stay away from this damned siscon.
Didn't he see that everyone else was pointing at him? He didn't want to be called a siscon in the fog by others tomorrow.
But from the bottom of his heart, he approved of Shire's sincere confession.
"Yep, although I don't know what's so cute about Isabella, you're right. My younger sister's happiness is my elder brother's happiness …"
Before Rorschach could finish his sentence, Shire exploded.
"Wait a moment, are you blind? Isabella's entire body is cute. She squints her eyes and covers her mouth. She's so cute when she looks at people. Her skin is as white as snow. She's the cutest younger sister in the entire world."
"Tsk, skin as white as snow? That's because I'm too much of an otaku and rarely go out. Squinting my eyes and covering my mouth? That's because I played too many games last night, so I have dark eye bags and yawns. That otaku girl only has a pretty face. She's far inferior to the energetic and cheerful Lori. No matter when or where, she's always so energetic and energetic. Ah, she's my little sun. "
"… How can that chuunibyou princess's illness compare to my Ibex's? It seems that not only are you blind, even your brain is damaged. "
"Ha, it seems that I'm going to use this gun to inject Lori's countless cuteness into your barren brain."
Alright then, while the older brothers were still obsessed with the topic of whose younger sister was cuter, the newly established siscon alliance instantly collapsed.
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